“Oh,” said Nick.

“I see,” Nick said.

“Oh,” said his wife.

“I know,” said Nick.

“Very badly,” I said.

“Yes, we,” said Maera.

“No,” said the doctor.

“Don’t Jim,” Liz said.

“No?” the doctor said.

“Jim,” she said, “Jim.”

Nick said, “All right.”

“Yes,” the doctor said.

“All right,” said Daisy.

“We, I suppose,” I said.

“Me, Manolo,” Manuel said.

“This is the queen,” he said.

“All right,” said his father.

“Retana,” he said, listening.

“I want to work,” Manuel said.

“Oh, how do you do,” she said.

Dick said something in Ojibway.

“It’s all right, dear,” she said.

“But it will go better,” he said.

“See, it’s a boy, Nick,” he said.

Jim said “Hello Liz,” and grinned.

“Don’t get huffy, Doc,” said Dick.

“You don’t know,” said his father.

“I want to go with you,” Nick said.

“Be a man, my son,” said one priest.

It was a beautiful country, he said.

I said, “Don’t be a damn fool, Luis.”

“Retana,” he said and banged the door.

“We have good whisky anyway,” he said.

“That damn big buck Jimmy,” said A. J.

“You did it, Tom,” she said accusingly.

“They’re crooks, ain’t they?” said Boyle.

“Are you going out, dear?” his wife said.

“Who’s there?” said someone in the office.

“Better get one,” said a man in a derby hat.

“All right. Come on, then,” his father said.

“Don’t go off at half cock, Doc,” Dick said.

“I want to see who it belongs to,” Dick said.

“Don’t talk that way, Dick,” the doctor said.

“Oh, you’re a great man, all right,” he said.

“I think I’ll go for a walk,” the doctor said.

“Wops,” said Boyle, “I can tell wops a mile off.”

“No. I haven’t any anaesthetic,” his father said.

“Pull back that quilt, will you, George?” he said.

“You go down after him,” said Maera, “he hates me.”

“This lady is going to have a baby, Nick,” he said.